Hidden In The Leaf

Part. 6...

.....................FIRST STEP..................

....................... HAIKU(6)....................

           
              WE FOLLOW A PATH

   LACED WITH BROKEN HEARTED-       GLASS,

     REPEATING THE PAST.

                                   D.Walton.

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   Time, the unit by which we measure our days, our every waking second. Time, the great bringer of changes and quite unfortunately, the now newly transformed conundrum most, if not all the barely livid shinobies were forced to endure. Such a travesty the notion of patience seemed, to some more specifically than most; to idly await one's own demise as the waves of an eerie calmness consumed their every thoughts. Pure madness was what it were.

About a hundred or so, barely hanging to the unraveling thread of hope, yet they clenched their jaws, balled their fists and steadied their wary hearts to not give out at such a crucial standpoint in time. Nins with medical training did their best to patch the patchable, survivors of the demised mourned their losses while those too wary to carry on simply laid there, stuck within a war of their own.

How pieccefully he sat. So astute looking, filled with otherworldly patience under a heavenly glow. Ah no doubt the essence of the many creatures trapped within the grasp of his forced servitude. His every move garnered quickened thoughts of alarm, his every expelled breath seemingly filled with intention;  the very dangerous kind. The loathsome Budha, yes, the allied forces gave life and name to this new Obito Uchiha for his posture oozed just difiance, an incredible sense of god like prowess. Yet, even with all this seemingly heavenly attributes, and as sinister as they knew he were, the Kages of the past, the present, the Sanins as well as Konoha's most revered squad seven, budged not in the presence of looming danger.

Incredulous were these people, absolutely fearless and it was the sight of them proudly surrounding each other, proudly standing their grounds against an unmovable enemy that lent strength and hope to the wary. Over head, the sky remained drenched beneath the thickening haze of darkness. Below, the wind stirred up its own troubles but everything else remained the same; especially the lingering worries that egged each mind about this sudden act of ceasefire... Still, with these questions spinning on a continuous replay, none chose to voice their concerns, as of yet.

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  "What the hell's happening?"........

No answer but a deep darkened frown marring the bloodied stains stop his forehead. Although he was naturally inclined to put them all out of their miseries, Obito was hell bent on forever playing the card of ignorance, especially when it came to dealing with Kakashi; his once olden friend. His other reason for this sudden mute demeanor rested on the abled back of his mentor. Just what fuck was he up to? First with his sudden disapperance along with the leaf's blossom, and secondly, the sudden reapearance of said woman along side his family's old hidden heirloom. Obito couldn't make heads or tails of the entire matter, which played a part in him not wanting to, or in this case, not knowing how to explain the unexplainable. Still though, figuring that the advantages lied in divulging a little of what he knew or thought he did, he finally decided to put the lot out of their fucking miseries.